Kassandra's POV
I shake my head to release those unwelcome thoughts. Let's end this night with a brainer, Kassandra. Don't be stupid in front of those werewolves. Before you came here, you were a top student in Economics, let's treat this as a graph to understand. I whispered before walking outside my room.
"Too much of werewolves, Lewis." I talked to myself as I stood at the top of the grand staircase, my heart pounding in my chest. The words of Missy still echoed in my mind, urging me to embrace my true identity. Taking a deep breath, I descended the stairs, my eyes meeting the cold stare of Clayden's father.
Someone like me.
The hardships I encountered as a human mate in a wolf-dominated environment were silently brought to mind by his piercing gaze, which sent a chill down my spine. But I kept my head up, determined to earn Clayden's respect and safeguard the relationship we had developed.